For now, I don’t yet have to explain that sometimes things don’t go the way you’d hoped. That sometimes people go away and never come back. That sometimes saying you’re sorry doesn’t heal the wound that was created.

For now all it takes to ease those worried looks is a nuzzle. My body and presence are all he needs to feel that all is right with the world.

For now I’m trying to cherish these cries that are so easily soothed. Even when my dinner’s getting cold. Even when the laundry needs to be hung out. Even when my skin feels numb from the constant touching.